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The fight begins
I take out the Swords from the scabbard
Your style is second hand
It's full of holes and worn out
Losers like you
We often fuck
Six steps behind
I planted suckers on a chain,
So that those who rock the boat
Catching brass knuckles with my teeth.
I rhyme non-stop
Your skill is zero, and mine is one hundred,
This text is a prayer to you,
He's a mixture of algorithms,
Demolishing you boski,
Your text is a lie, zilch!
He laughs at the chickens
Like ural-hasler
One bullet to death for you
Even vitaly gibert
predicted your doom
Our rap benchmark
Your rap is zero
you are loshped, emoboy
May you be strong agile
but the low kick will overtake you
And you are like Stephen Hawkin
I am beyond your power
Like a pug godzilla
You micro do not force
I thrust a line into your body
And your childish ambition
A very compelling argument
that you are an empty puff
passion will ruin me
and there is no turning back
like pepsi cola
I'm the only rhyme master
I beat your suits
We demolish rivals
On hellish axes
It's time for you to paddle.
Because your style is nothing
He's a mediocre product
And you blew without a lubricant